13 Brunch

Thus, both men started to follow the 'No sit' day custom.

It took nearly a minute for Hitler to stop shaking from the previous pain he got from sitting.

"Your Highness, is this some kind of custom dance for the 'No sit' day?" Barov couldn't hold his curiosity anymore.

"That...yes, of course." Hitler didn't deny Barov's words as correcting this misconception will only force him to explain.

The men awkwardly stood in the room without talking. Hitler wanted to ask about the world, but he did not want to initiate a talk that can let Barov bring up the famous 'No sit' day he invented.

"Grrl." His stomach grumbled, reminding him of his most important task today.

That's right. He wanted to eat.

He wanted to taste something after decades of torture. Even if it's burnt or rotten, he wanted to eat.

"Where is breakfast?" The excitement made him impatient.

A startled serving maid immediately appeared in front and bowed. She had her eyes widened seeing the prince and the minister standing in front of the dining table even though the chairs appeared fine.

"Eehrr." Barov coughed.

Only then did the maid snap out of her thoughts.

"Please forgive me, your Highness. Lunch is almost ready."

"Lunch? I was asking for breakfast." Hitler rebutted.

"Your Highness, it's late for breakfast as it is close to lunch time." Barov intervened with a smile. As a seasoned minister, his eyes hid his discontent completely.

'You slept this late, making me wait the entire morning, and you want breakfast now when the sun reached the top?'

"Oohoo." Hitler only got more excited. "That makes it a Brunch."

"Brunch?" Both Barov and the maid looked at him confusedly.

"Yes. Brunch. Breakfast and lunch together. I always had brunch before."

"You always had?" Barov questioned.

"Oh. I was talking about having this brunch before coming to Border town." Hitler smiled and tried to clarify the error he made. When he was ruling Germany, he used to wake at 10 AM and have his brunch after 11 AM. Even though the stupid system claimed that he lost his memories, he could clearly remember most of his past.

"Oh. Is this part of the 'No sit' day tradition too?" Barov nodded showing that he understood.

"Yes. Yes." Nodded Hitler sighing inside in relief.

"I will bring it immediately. The maid bowed and gave a peculiar look at Hitler before leaving.

After she left, Barov took a deep breath and called. "Your Highness."

"Yes."

"You see, we can't delay the execution," Barov said with worry. "Just one day may be enough for other witches to appear, Your Highness! This isn't like any other trivial matter, you cannot act as recklessly as before!!"

"Why are you also saying this?" Hitler asked while frowning. "I thought you are clever. You can't realize the hidden agenda behind these rumors?"

Barov looked bewildered. "What rumors?"

"That witches are evil and are the Devil's emissaries," Hitler replied glibly. "Isn't this part of the Church's propaganda? If we don't want them to interfere in our affairs, we should do the opposite of what they say. We shall deliberately not hunt down witches, and instead, publicize to our citizens that these are all shameless rumors spread by the Church."

How can Hitler not know of the style of Churches? It's common sense for any person with brain from Earth.

Barov was shocked. "But… witches are…"

"Evil?" Hitler sneered. "How so?"

How could Barov know that he was talking to the man whom people consider to be the epitome of Evil?

He himself adored witches and searched for them during his regime.

The Assistant Minister remained silent for a moment as if he was guessing whether the prince was purposely making fun of him, "Your Highness, this problem can be discussed later. I understand that you don't like the Church, but this way of causing conflict is counterproductive."

Hitler curled his lips. It seemed that convincing idiots could not be done overnight, and he decided not to dispute it further for now.

Breakfast finally arrived on the table. The menu included Fried bread, fried eggs, and a bottle of milk.

"🍞 Bread. Fried Bread." Hitler nearly jumped in joy. Actually seeing your favorite food can bring out the childish side of you.

Hitler's mouth watered too much that it leaked from the corners of his lips.

The maid served the standing Hitler while deliberately trying to keep a distance.

Hitler noticed her actions but chose to ignore it. "Bring me some marmalade for the bread."

"Mara...mara?" The maid nervously muttered.

Hitler, after seeing that Barov also had confusion about marmalade, decided to explain. "You see, it's like jam. Orange or lemon jam."

"Jam? Do you mean plum? Never heard of it, your Highness. Please, punish us for our ignorance." Barov said as he occasionally looked at the Prince with suspicion.

Hitler loved bread with marmalade. Even though he didn't get marmalade, at least he got his favorite breakfast food, Bread.

"Nevermind. You had breakfast, right? Let me eat as we talk."

Hitler said as he took the plate on his hand. He immediately put all the bread and egg on his plate, thus making it out of reach of Barov who gulped the saliva while looking at it. The delicious smell of bread and fried eggs assaulted Hitler's nose.

According to the maid, Barov had arrived outside the keep at dawn, and therefore should not have had time to eat. Although he had determined to imitate Prince Roland's way of doing things at first, he also wanted to make changes gradually. He wanted to make a loyal army for him.

In the initial phase, he had to act like Roland to not make any suspicion. Who knows, they could frame him as 'possessed by the devil' and kill him. 'Haha. In fact, Roland is truly possessed by this devil.'

The Assistant Minister was a good first target for his plan. But, this minister of finance reminded Hitler of his past minister, Schacht. That bastard went against him and even supported the assassination attempt on him.

'Making one's subordinates feel valued invariably makes them more motivated to work for oneself. Taking the initiative is always the most efficient way of doing things, no?' Hitler thought to himself.

He first tried to pour a full cup of milk to offer Barov.

He wouldn't share his precious food, but he didn't mind giving Barov a glass of milk.

Hitler was focused on pouring the milk that he didn't notice his plate turned along with his pouring motion, making the bread and egg on his plate slide out of the plate. With a slight sound, it fell down to the floor.

"SLUP."

He was too late to realize and reflexively tried to catch the bread, making the bottle of milk in his hand to fall as well. Not only he didn't catch the bread, but he also lost the milk in his hand too.

"NOOOOO," Hitler screamed in shock. Tears started to appear in his eyes as he saw the bread and egg soaked in milk coming out from the bottle.

As if his mother just died, Hitler fell on to his knees looking at the fallen food with a sullen face.

He reached his hands to pick it up. It didn't matter that it dropped on the floor, he wanted to eat it.

If it was before, when he was in the prime of power, he would never do this. But now the sight of food made him drool and he couldn't control himself anymore.

Before Hitler's hand could reach for the food, he was grabbed. Barov's strong hand prevented Hitler from moving an inch.

"What are you doing? Your Highness."

"Food. Bread." Hitler murmured.

"You shouldn't pick it up. Let the maids do the cleanup."

Hitler immediately regained his bearing. "Barov we shouldn't waste food. So..." without finishing his words, he used his other hand to pick the bread and brought it closer to his mouth.

"NOOO. Your Highness."

Again Hitler was stopped. He could see his favorite bread right in front of his eyes. But Barov's hold made him unable to reach forward and bite it.

'It's so close.' Hitler lamented as he smelled the fragrance of the bread. His hunger broke out of control and his saliva dripped like a fountain from his mouth.

"You shouldn't, your Highness. It is unbecoming of a prince to eat food from the floor. Please behave." Barov insisted while making his grip on Hitler tighter.

This only made Hitler fiercer, and like an animal, he tried to shake Barov off while screeching.

The maid who ran inside hearing the commotion was startled when she saw Barov holding the Prince like a dog on the leash. Unsure on what to do, she just stood there in a daze watching the weird dogfight in the palace.

Their struggle got fiercer by each passing second and eventually both lost balance falling onto the table.

"NOOOOOOOO," Hitler screamed as he watched the only food that was left untouched, the glass of milk he poured for Barov, got knocked over. The milk inside flowed on the table coating it in white.

Hitler, lying on top of the table extended his tongue hoping to get a lick.

Barov's weight was not something the table was able to withstand as his fall created a crack on the even table. Hitler, in horror, watched the remaining milk flow away from him to the cracked side of the table and spill onto the floor.

"YOU BASTARD." Hitler cursed Barov. "You are worse than Schacht. At least he didn't torture me like this."

Cruel torture that even Hell didn't make it's inmates suffer.

A Brunch so near, yet he can't eat.